Stellar Collision

Chapter 31

Dayle stayed as still as possible on the ground now nearly covered by fog. She'd managed to get her hand in her pocket enough to make contact with the piece of metal from the wrecked Tregannon ship. She felt the energy surging through her, like electricity but cold and tingly. Tickling her mind. It was building, growing in her. She heard the Doctor's voice from the last time they'd been out here. When she'd found the piece of ship.

"All of Tregannon technology is made from minerals with telepathic properties. They use psionic energy for nearly everything. But especially as a weapon."

She didn't know what she was doing but she knew she was definitely doing it. This energy coursing through her, it was powerful. It was obviously psychic power but it felt different than her own telepathy.

She turned over slowly, hoping Arc would give her some more time. She no longer felt the presence of Sarcrayle in her mind though the electrical disturbance continued all around her and the fog was getting thicker. She suspected it took quite a bit of power to throw a woman at a tree. Perhaps it would take a while before he could do anything like that again.

She tried sitting up, her hand still tucked into her pocket. Her shoulder screamed in agony, her ribs ached sharply. She brought herself upright once more despite the pain.

Fuck that little goblin bitch. She'd had men break her face, put her through plate glass windows, burn her, cut her, rape her. She could handle a little dislocated shoulder and a few cracked ribs.

She looked over at the sapling she had barreled into moments before. She didn't know what she was going to do until she was doing it. She focused on the piece of broken tree laying on the ground. She focused with everything she had. And it moved. She gasped quietly. Did she just...? She tried again, bracing herself against the roots of a large tree. Focus. The trunk of the sapling definitely rolled. Her eyes widened.

The small hunk of crumpled metal in her pocket- it was just debris from the crashsite. Yet the psionic energy it held was enhancing her own natural telepathy. Strengthening it and twisting it a bit. Somehow, it was actually making her telekinetic. She struggled against the bindings and managed to get her hand further into the pocket. Her fingers closed around the metal.

She glanced around and saw Arc standing against a tree. He appeared to be having a conversation with his good buddy Sarcrayle, leaving Dayle to suffer and hopefully change her mind about helping them.

Oh I'll help him alright. She narrowed her eyes. She felt the energy building still. Her head was starting to feel funny. Her mouth tasted metallic. That crackling had returned but this time it wasn't coming from an outside source. This time it was coming from within her. She felt fully charged with the psionic energy. She felt it within her. She contained it. If she could somehow force it all out at once, use it as a weapon as the Tregannon apparently did...

She closed her eyes and concentrated all of her mind into one thought: release. She felt the energy start to surge then it all just sort of... dissipated. Nothing happened.

Goddammit. She held tight to the metal piece once more and felt the energy start to fill her again. Her heart was racing. She was running out of time and she knew it.

Arc was now walking back toward her and she could feel Sarcrayle's presence growing stronger all around.

Come on. She thought frantically. The psionic energy in her was nearly back to its highest point. Tears were streaming down her face. She couldn't fuck this up again.

Arc towered over her, looking pleased to find her crying. "So where is it?" he gargled almost playfully. "Because we know that you know. Sarcrayle says your mind is a fortress and you do well at hiding your thoughts. But he can tell when you're lying."